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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Japan,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.