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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.