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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.