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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.