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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.