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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.