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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.