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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.