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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.