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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.