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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Standells,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.