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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.