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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Japan,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.