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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.