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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.