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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.