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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.