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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.