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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.