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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.