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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.