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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.