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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.