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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.