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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.