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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.