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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
the Swans,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.