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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.