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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.