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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Durutti Column 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Scion,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.