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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.