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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.