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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.