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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.