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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.