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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.