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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
the Normal,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Pole,
Yaz,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.