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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.