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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.