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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.