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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.