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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Franke,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Brick,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.