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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.