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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.