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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.