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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Gong,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.