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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Nas,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.