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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Move,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.