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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.