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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.