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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.