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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.