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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Nas,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.