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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.