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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.