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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.