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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Fear,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Whodini,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.