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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.