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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.