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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.