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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.