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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.