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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.