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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.