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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.