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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
CMW,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.