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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Ronan,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.