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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.