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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.