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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Smog,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.