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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.