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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.