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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.