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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.