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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.