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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.