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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.