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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
PIL,
New Order,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.