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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.