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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.