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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.