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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Can,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.