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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
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.