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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.