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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.