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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.