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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.