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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.