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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.