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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.