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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.