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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.