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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.