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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.