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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Sound,
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.