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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.