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 Norway 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Television,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.