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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.