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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.