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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Television,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.