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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.