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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.