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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.