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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.