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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.