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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Index,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.