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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.