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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.