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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.