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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.