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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.