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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.