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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.