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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.