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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.