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 South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.