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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.