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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.