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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.