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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.