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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.