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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.