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 Morocco and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
X-102,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.