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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.