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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.