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 India and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.