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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Move,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.