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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Erasure,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.