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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.