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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.