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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.