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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Das Ding,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.