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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
PIL,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.