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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.