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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Rekid,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.