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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.