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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.