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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.