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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.