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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.