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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.