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 Belarus and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.