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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.