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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.