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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.