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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Index,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.