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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Slave,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.