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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.