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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.