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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.