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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.