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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.