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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.