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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.