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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.