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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.