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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Black Dice 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.