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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.