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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
UT,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.