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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.