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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.