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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.