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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.