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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Index,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.