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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.