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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Magazine,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.