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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.