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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.