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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.