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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.