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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.