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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.