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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.