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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.