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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Magma,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.