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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.