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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.