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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.