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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
cv313,
Pylon,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.