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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.