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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.