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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.