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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.