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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
JFA,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.