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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.