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 Dominica and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.