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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.