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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.