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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.