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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.