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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.