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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.