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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Symarip,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.