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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Japan,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.