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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
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.