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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.