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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland 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?
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.