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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
UT,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.