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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Smog,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.