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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.