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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Main Source,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.