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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.