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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Deakin,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.