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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
June Days,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.