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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.