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 India and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.