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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.