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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.