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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
CMW,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.