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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Nas,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.