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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.