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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Move to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.