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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.