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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.