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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.