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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.