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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.