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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.