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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Cluster,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.