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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.