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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.