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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.