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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.