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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Pylon,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.