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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.