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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.