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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.