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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.