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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.