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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.