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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Little Man,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.