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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.