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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.