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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.