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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Pylon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.