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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Swans,
John Cale,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Can,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.