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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.