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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.