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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.