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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.