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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.