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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.