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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Magazine,
Brick,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.