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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.