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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Can,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.