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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Magma,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.