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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
New Order,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.