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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.