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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.