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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.