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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Crime,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.