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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.