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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.