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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Television,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.