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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.