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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
AZ,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.