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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.