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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.