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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.