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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.