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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.