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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
MC5,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.