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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.