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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.