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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.