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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.