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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.