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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.