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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.