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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.