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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.