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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.