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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.