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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.