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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.