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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.