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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.