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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.