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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.