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 Israel 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.