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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.