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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.