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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.