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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Crime,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.