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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.