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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.