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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.