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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.