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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Model 500,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.