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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.