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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.