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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.