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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.