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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.