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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.