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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.