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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.