Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.