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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.