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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.