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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.