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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.