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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.