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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.