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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.