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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.