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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Brick,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.