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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.