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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.