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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.