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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.