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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.