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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.