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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.