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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.