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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
the Swans,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.