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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.