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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.