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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Martian,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.