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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Main Source to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.