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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.