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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.