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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.