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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.