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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.