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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.