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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.