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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.