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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.