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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.