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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Cluster,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.