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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.