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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.