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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.