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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.