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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
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.