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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.