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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.