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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.