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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Human League,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.