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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.