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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.