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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.