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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.