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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Scion,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.