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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.