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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.