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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.