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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.