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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
MDC,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.