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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
MDC,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.