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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.