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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.