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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.