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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.