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 Grenada and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.