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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
X-102,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.