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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Ituana,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.