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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.