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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.