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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.