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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.