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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.