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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.