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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.