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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.