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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.