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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.