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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.