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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.