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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.