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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.