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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.