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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.