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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Television,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.