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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.