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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.