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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Smog,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.