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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.