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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.