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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.