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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.