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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.