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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.