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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Crime,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.