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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.