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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Can to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.