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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.