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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.