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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.