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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.