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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.