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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Magma,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.