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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.