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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.