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 Benin 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.