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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.