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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.