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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.