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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.