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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.