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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.