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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.