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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.