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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.