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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.