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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.