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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.