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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.