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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.