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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.