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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.