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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.