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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.