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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Can,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.