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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Wings,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.