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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Moebius,
cv313,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.