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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.