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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.