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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Liliput,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.