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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.