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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.