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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Monks,
Slave,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.