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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.