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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.