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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.