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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.