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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.