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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Crime,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.