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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.