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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.