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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
The Index,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.