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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.