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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.