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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.