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 Poland and from London.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.