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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.