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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Index,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.