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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.