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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.