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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.