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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.