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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.