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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.