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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.