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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 808 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.