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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.