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 Finland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.