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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.