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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.