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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.