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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.