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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Smog,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.