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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Gories,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.