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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.