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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.