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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.