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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.