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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Index,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.