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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Monks,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.