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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.