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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Happenings,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.