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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
UT,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.