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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Faust to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.