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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.