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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.