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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.