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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
June Days,
EPMD,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.