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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.