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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
the Association,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.