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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.