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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.