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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.