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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.