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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.