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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.