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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.