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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.