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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.