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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Can,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.