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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.