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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.