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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.