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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.