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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.