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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.