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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.