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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
X-102,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.