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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Mars,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.