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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.