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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Q65,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.