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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Interpol,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Doors,
Organ,
Faust,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.