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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.