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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.