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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
X-102,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.