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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.