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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.