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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.