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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.