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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.