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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
PIL,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.