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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.