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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.