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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.