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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.