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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.