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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.