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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Television,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.