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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.