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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.