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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Index,
AZ,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.