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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
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.